tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46483051748599147472024-03-05T14:32:15.746-08:00platform_______ romance/_______ sebastijan______ jemec(c)2010____sebastijan jemechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15437988196281704794noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648305174859914747.post-37723760565663207982010-03-23T01:34:00.000-07:002010-03-26T00:41:21.878-07:00#123 110 th. st. 07.03.10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4MK_I3pwnmox6d-yfLteBIjgYi-gT8rHXt6sGyFH1i8j5HCOaPG_guDvO_i-HLbpn-32-1ffPieatmGm42m-FsRCS3AsdD8WrTiixKJXmPMF0ibbGzJj2xT84ARnSQyPMzYlAq2SKPVE/s1600-h/R0012942.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4MK_I3pwnmox6d-yfLteBIjgYi-gT8rHXt6sGyFH1i8j5HCOaPG_guDvO_i-HLbpn-32-1ffPieatmGm42m-FsRCS3AsdD8WrTiixKJXmPMF0ibbGzJj2xT84ARnSQyPMzYlAq2SKPVE/s400/R0012942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451746091728286578" border="0" /></a><br />orange toes white knuckles cracked carnage<br />red raw tan tight denim stand wide<br />they said.<br />fun fun fun in the sixties choking on her ego<br />we say the same now blah blah blah<br /><br />some music sounds better turned off<br />... one day we you might just explode.<br />bethlehem. eritrea. everything here is so contemporary<br />beautiful people full of quivers and eyed dumb<br />i ripped the rest out-sebastijan jemechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15437988196281704794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648305174859914747.post-55055590723234362952010-03-11T00:32:00.000-08:002010-03-11T00:45:04.972-08:00#122 jay st. borough hall 05.03.10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivazCt4O11uY2pz1962aXt_bCX-x1mFX3AhSxBLrvDkwsSfPY8sAsIuWmfs_Aj7GkVkMe9WRv7H_In6EZNSUCzt9NOW_Auf3DcE4iMaoCeCCfSVzHvMXx6_asvLqWi64Gei_R6mG7MIr8/s1600-h/R0012932.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivazCt4O11uY2pz1962aXt_bCX-x1mFX3AhSxBLrvDkwsSfPY8sAsIuWmfs_Aj7GkVkMe9WRv7H_In6EZNSUCzt9NOW_Auf3DcE4iMaoCeCCfSVzHvMXx6_asvLqWi64Gei_R6mG7MIr8/s400/R0012932.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447294077300574450" /></a><br />(supermarkets are so american)<br />pies on sills and liberties plaid fingers knit caps<br />for cold penises. pansies in <br />ceramics bought in pleasantville boutiques wilt too.<br />suns too bright to linger in that velvet tea long.<br />that stare could brew a gallon pot and sugar<br /><br />that lace is nice but it itches down there<br />and it should come off as easily as a sunburned tee<br />"chin up ass out" they say.<br /><br />why do all the cute girls laugh about geography? it is serious<br />if you walk the long corner first it seems closer.<br />also secret socks stop halfway up you see.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">the big thighed girls talk trash</span>sebastijan jemechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15437988196281704794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648305174859914747.post-73100585121008675972010-03-10T01:03:00.000-08:002010-03-10T01:16:29.102-08:00#121 W4th. 05.03.10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0SExIC3XsUeoBlGtawI0Z8FCq2TeQAQd_IEJn6sK5J6ekPHk7-jenpdg7EW6vN09XElF4q5T_crIQzNY96OhnYnohsdD1BKTi_DXP2J7yrrdbHW0rve1005R_vdPVtunQ8X7MrQUi-tw/s1600-h/R0012933.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0SExIC3XsUeoBlGtawI0Z8FCq2TeQAQd_IEJn6sK5J6ekPHk7-jenpdg7EW6vN09XElF4q5T_crIQzNY96OhnYnohsdD1BKTi_DXP2J7yrrdbHW0rve1005R_vdPVtunQ8X7MrQUi-tw/s400/R0012933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446930994955738738" /></a><br /><br /><br />drenched spinning in rain heart<br />break pain fall damned dogsebastijan jemechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15437988196281704794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648305174859914747.post-53864007846227599042010-03-10T00:59:00.000-08:002010-03-10T01:03:09.120-08:00#117 1st ave. 04.03.10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfXNw0Jh4-EOPJqH8pEugOB3VQtb_9EWeVIn_lPYC_YaqNu-CVtnZXioBFDkRsEAbsl1uQEtrDCpIgQcxcykVieHmSdVuC2oytGr86wbNn33386QQh58_ZP1OTXq1GtI9LFI5WU83oUhg/s1600-h/R0012925.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfXNw0Jh4-EOPJqH8pEugOB3VQtb_9EWeVIn_lPYC_YaqNu-CVtnZXioBFDkRsEAbsl1uQEtrDCpIgQcxcykVieHmSdVuC2oytGr86wbNn33386QQh58_ZP1OTXq1GtI9LFI5WU83oUhg/s400/R0012925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446928133685342130" /></a><br />dinner romance married with pepper<br />saltshaker ring toast<br />with witnessed consummated.<br />drunk fuck-fingers make out<br />dance stop. or notsebastijan jemechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15437988196281704794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648305174859914747.post-60930155907603986322010-03-10T00:45:00.000-08:002010-03-10T00:57:48.849-08:00#113 graham ave. 28.02.10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dQez88P9xsxgde6qoVSA0dE1iKG25o2QI-OP-EjUcXNzCxv0lgqxN9zjE1_YOCRa15Fjens7REHOSC86srT-4Jg7rE-wJDh5zwlq1skZrBNzdchxGMyuv5yyl8yyzijwwQWGKCXVLUA/s1600-h/R0012923.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dQez88P9xsxgde6qoVSA0dE1iKG25o2QI-OP-EjUcXNzCxv0lgqxN9zjE1_YOCRa15Fjens7REHOSC86srT-4Jg7rE-wJDh5zwlq1skZrBNzdchxGMyuv5yyl8yyzijwwQWGKCXVLUA/s400/R0012923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446926628505176946" /></a><br />i don't even remember rummaging through your purse<br />-but you got mad i found out...<br />i got mad i found out. home sweet. home<br /><br />i save my receipts kind of in a shoebox crumpled<br />an autobiography of drunken commerce. internet<br /><br /><br /><br />some dumb architect starchitect some stupid ignoring you<br />dumb as a fish they say<br />...little blue eyes peering blankly through<br />big blue windows across rivers blue/red distance skylines we smell<br />of sweet sweat after the skipper skiff trip salt<br />brine-minnows walk plod slosh through those white. tight.<br />membrane toes that run on innocence holes<br />we dug.<br /><br />for sinking foundations crawl. wet stones ballast two flying fish silver<br />splits flop on tung teak.<br />two silverfish mock<br />two roaches with south mouths<br />... this sucks. bad romance; some big flood with no boat<br />submit to filmfest mockery survivessebastijan jemechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15437988196281704794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648305174859914747.post-47222409903353201892010-02-24T23:00:00.000-08:002010-03-08T02:18:22.187-08:00#109 greenpoint ave. 24.02.10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRESRyg1J-O8QOexbDb05hnzk_qnjzz6Mn0PtVzTymV0FyaS8i977-rKalawAnXsiM0DyMJsW3UpAhozIULnUqLbLkgoDtc6gXTgMb2zz6XGofwvc1sLL_HosjUWb5vBEwF7PrkFIHY8A/s1600-h/R0012933.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRESRyg1J-O8QOexbDb05hnzk_qnjzz6Mn0PtVzTymV0FyaS8i977-rKalawAnXsiM0DyMJsW3UpAhozIULnUqLbLkgoDtc6gXTgMb2zz6XGofwvc1sLL_HosjUWb5vBEwF7PrkFIHY8A/s400/R0012933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442083252968008594" /></a><br />desperately seeking<br />the closest stranger is lonlier<br />it's 2 am.<br />yesterday i lay in a double wide high<br />steaming frisk ice slice jokes and twangs and now pangs<br />i thought were stranger and stranger<br />-but tonight i am deep in...<span style="font-style:italic;">i miss your eyes were made of <span style="font-style:italic;">diamonds</span></span><br /><br />hours past i last i paced not alone<br />the island bright spit in the rain<br />umbrella closed yellow phones she talked to berlin.<br />red walls fall and murals lie above all<br />we all fall for the collapse. nostalgia for sucking <span style="font-style:italic;">sucks</span><br />i am a sucker for pain. for joking<br />i don't laugh just shake a little<br /><br />i am a sucker for ice hockey girls and teeth and bars <br />and cheesy movies with pearls and curls...<br />i have a nostalgia but not one like yours with holes and moors and<br />poorly pasted yellow wallpaper no blinds blinds turrets<br />water stained punched tin parapet yellow parquet<br /><br />i would have expected a renovation. i had hoped for <br />adaptive reuse not this eyes coal. i gave you a chandelier and amber drops of glue.<br />but deconstruction was more your craft i guess...<br />babylon babel on balloon too soon to take coffee with room<br /><br />i am not a sucker for nostalgia at all and i hate rhymes sometimes.<br />we did decide progress was fraud and my hands wandered from drinks and morning dew<br />they drew yellow roses eskimo noses. roses won<br /><br />it was the first in a series of lies. materials trope tripped ropes ran<br />gaining momentum loosing control<br /><br />tonight i am sick and cough some watching movies touching myself.<br />tonight i cried for you a little.<br /><br />tomorrow i will eat dinner two blocks away and try to do two<br />double-wide drawl shawl tiny dining long halls<br />while you look dreamy skyline glittered diamond spit.<br />you always look dreamy diamond eyes.<br /><br />you always dosebastijan jemechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15437988196281704794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648305174859914747.post-76387233664136207342010-02-23T14:57:00.000-08:002010-02-24T18:04:19.117-08:00#106 graham ave. 22.02.10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRtedwgYq51hWaqcn_JMMfC7o-SgDZHLG1ueF-YAJC50QFfps4XvXbBnblquVDQVWlZRjvlCb6LE0ItmiAqI8HEYTjSPqYcwe6D39H1YgfSo7kDV-n3AeHI8QeRnMGJ1A1RmCLtn-IcOk/s1600-h/R0012922.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRtedwgYq51hWaqcn_JMMfC7o-SgDZHLG1ueF-YAJC50QFfps4XvXbBnblquVDQVWlZRjvlCb6LE0ItmiAqI8HEYTjSPqYcwe6D39H1YgfSo7kDV-n3AeHI8QeRnMGJ1A1RmCLtn-IcOk/s400/R0012922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441579879777533522" /></a><br />mariachi bands in far cars type<br />money morning type.<br />lets escape above ground you and me<br />to where giants fall and falls (the hype) <br />to come<br />like linden piles smell thick on your feet. feel crisp<br />pneumonia walks feel missed down here<br /><br />you read dead man's claps clasp<br />on cuffs diva red.<br />there is a fire in the hole but...<br />you look better. (on the whole)than them<br />-gracias por esto. peso please...peso por favor gracias peso<br />you looked up from the dead man's gaze just then.<br /><br />just enough to show the guilt the smile through glass.<br />thermal bridge moments i imagined<br />who are these people who are you<br />what was that... oh yeah music -arriba<br /><br />i am not always (or ever)<br />really that comfortable alone (in public)<br />i feel like the lone dancer at the show-<br /><br />what a clown.sebastijan jemechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15437988196281704794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648305174859914747.post-60112557071245453682010-02-22T17:07:00.000-08:002010-02-22T17:47:21.105-08:00#105 graham ave. 22.02.10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeQYDrskWPa-m0s8wT0WW8S94_pKTCqfTDfj3qD2POrVO4HyGoOuhTDzNIr9buV4w2-1NrnmcV3fVqvEp20djt2r1skAh4WcdWHmbSafIqm58m5zQjv8AVZSKraVBsG-IPlfp5F44Alus/s1600-h/R0012916.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeQYDrskWPa-m0s8wT0WW8S94_pKTCqfTDfj3qD2POrVO4HyGoOuhTDzNIr9buV4w2-1NrnmcV3fVqvEp20djt2r1skAh4WcdWHmbSafIqm58m5zQjv8AVZSKraVBsG-IPlfp5F44Alus/s400/R0012916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441241226111507266" /></a><br />we were kids throwing<br />dirt-bombs and grenades torpedoed you stitches and bitches<br />like, like you know... ink<br />hair dip woods cut branches touch forts<br />in forth grade collapse- now blueprints fail<br />to fail.<br />entropy draws on hearts draws pupils tight too tired to fight.<br />you screen- print <br />deers and doves and deer dying wood nymphs on black alps.<br />cute.<br />i measure and cut i want<br />to measure and cut you. i want to build you a fort<br />i have to measure this beam i want<br />to beam your smug drug naivety. <br />some of us never grow up some of us<br />never get over it saying these things like they're differentsebastijan jemechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15437988196281704794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648305174859914747.post-34593897329742782002010-02-19T22:00:00.000-08:002010-02-20T03:24:21.454-08:00#103 14th st. 10.02.10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi944MCJPe9FzkWUeBUwmbR_VV21m8i8UXm6s7SiCvPQQRIDgVE2pFIWsWQimLnnjn8PgcEo0vjO35S55eHLXgs7B60cfjmAeP6CWzFDChrTb0Oi6zxFI9GdENeQlumKEgnzSFgnosrNlE/s1600-h/R0012914.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi944MCJPe9FzkWUeBUwmbR_VV21m8i8UXm6s7SiCvPQQRIDgVE2pFIWsWQimLnnjn8PgcEo0vjO35S55eHLXgs7B60cfjmAeP6CWzFDChrTb0Oi6zxFI9GdENeQlumKEgnzSFgnosrNlE/s400/R0012914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440206306959505282" /></a><br /><br />beautiful people go to art.<br />beautiful <span style="font-style:italic;">boring </span>people look.<br />look. white columns smut!<br />people in galleries don't smell together<br />but some do. people in galleries<br />wear nice shoes<br />less so at museums...<br />but still...<br /><br />are you a musician?<br />no i am an anesthesiologist (same diff same)<br />lungsucker contact: i've done something so wrong my mother would die<br />something of memorial day more hair long hair periodically<br />i wonder how much of peoples' lives get lost on those trains?<br />ole!<br /><br />---<br /><br />howl momentary mumble post-rational adidas<br />reindeer cum adventures sum camels coming<br />suction laugh<br />literary men humping guns is fun. lovely charm<br />renaissance sales showcase number 5<br />of prelude international<br />debutante insurance.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjazkvJiaJoT-eFD2gi4RgXEfM4kLzsPdls3UjgVJZtO3gBOit5AM5pDy-vhpp_fna50ZZO0rf-HRnbjIy8fjk9M1JQJ2A8d0Li-E1KCpwiLJWhYid1SwxNvYW7fm_qAtvsJyABN9thgk/s1600-h/R0012913.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjazkvJiaJoT-eFD2gi4RgXEfM4kLzsPdls3UjgVJZtO3gBOit5AM5pDy-vhpp_fna50ZZO0rf-HRnbjIy8fjk9M1JQJ2A8d0Li-E1KCpwiLJWhYid1SwxNvYW7fm_qAtvsJyABN9thgk/s400/R0012913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440205945224287906" /></a><br /><br />some girl's dumb ballpoint pen traces faces glasses<br />surprised by the present dawn<br />global copkillers love work again.<br /><br />the sound of keys in the door pulls me out of my mouth.<br />-tall trees and woodstock like upstate make me feel uncomfortable so i can't stay.<br />-whiskey dick is best for frustration i ran around the block<br />with the lawnmower a few times before i found a plot tall enough to make it worth<br />my while.<br />-soy is a terrible name for a cafe<br />-some people colour coordinate too much blue harts blue eyes blue shoes blue balls<br />-woof woof! d'etat!<br />-eight if stiffy woody piff<br />-where is my black hat black cat blew<br /><br />dart sparks drawn apart play pool in floss and clean<br />i am a <span style="font-style:italic;">musician</span> and still.sebastijan jemechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15437988196281704794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648305174859914747.post-31653731181748832852010-02-19T21:37:00.000-08:002010-02-19T21:58:54.878-08:00#102 bedford ave. 19.02.10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz2NJeALH_8X3_9AAmfGocehyRzR_6YAgUKF2topqy5YDjthnWMIsK-RugcNfKuL6_RAd7AjdUrIbhM1wYHzcHHKac_LTwizOXUPiMJxiBhBsfhZehEOjoO9uzWbkz7EZOR9CHEfynJP0/s1600-h/R0012912.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz2NJeALH_8X3_9AAmfGocehyRzR_6YAgUKF2topqy5YDjthnWMIsK-RugcNfKuL6_RAd7AjdUrIbhM1wYHzcHHKac_LTwizOXUPiMJxiBhBsfhZehEOjoO9uzWbkz7EZOR9CHEfynJP0/s400/R0012912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440198522400950498" /></a><br />lapse ghost lamb roast silver needles feel<br />fresh new holes in nose smell. limousine cats wrap<br />their splayed tails purr glare.<br />you... don't stare-<br />i am not as polite -you ask<br /><again> for a light<br />haste stops there. i don't<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">sometime later i got lost</span>. i ran<br /><br />getting married ferried across<br />lake bled to monasteries open eyes stare cold into<br />lincolns' glare stare is more <br />asleep in rhythmic struggle sensor's <br />archaic coughs holler wars and faux doors<br />think it's holy easter's weak<br />i blessed i hadn't ransebastijan jemechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15437988196281704794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648305174859914747.post-28241954421168917522010-02-19T02:25:00.000-08:002010-02-19T02:35:50.740-08:00#101 greenpoint ave. 19.02.10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHJgZqCyFwxhVNN2pysMC4DwjHvPXlWY6puC1x6V5zq6RiY4KiQh_rQYWlIdqWJXsxzx4o0V1RLYjMwvMw7119XD_ZL94z2K7WscmjUghC0jNvLtPL4zwXuvXvFnPZrvYq_Z_B_JlY9o/s1600-h/R0012933.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHJgZqCyFwxhVNN2pysMC4DwjHvPXlWY6puC1x6V5zq6RiY4KiQh_rQYWlIdqWJXsxzx4o0V1RLYjMwvMw7119XD_ZL94z2K7WscmjUghC0jNvLtPL4zwXuvXvFnPZrvYq_Z_B_JlY9o/s400/R0012933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439901387680419618" /></a><br /><br />strange drains. rains pains. derange. arrange.<br />disdain turns to golden names forgotten sayings.<br />rumbreath sudden death i lay next to sudden death.<br />but iron on my lips i kiss for eyes are shut in blisssebastijan jemechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15437988196281704794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648305174859914747.post-2108345604832743162010-02-18T17:49:00.000-08:002010-02-18T18:17:08.293-08:00#100 1st ave. 17.02.10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCCy40KbQgFqGDCDejldTgBuzdtSjk93aobqSnmpz-pM9Jwv_a2UPQ7WDdc80k5W7YbehoAjU2NAJE1-mN3GxtSWNC7YXqaA4K_SMeVxmOBYc9d88K3xCissD_iRokCC_5jJJJZXCcB4/s1600-h/R0012910.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheCCy40KbQgFqGDCDejldTgBuzdtSjk93aobqSnmpz-pM9Jwv_a2UPQ7WDdc80k5W7YbehoAjU2NAJE1-mN3GxtSWNC7YXqaA4K_SMeVxmOBYc9d88K3xCissD_iRokCC_5jJJJZXCcB4/s400/R0012910.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439770496046206194" /></a><br />mackerel eyes swim mercury<br />splinters turn over in marshmallow<br />wood warm and gut.<br />whitewash fires burn iron glow blue<br />glow hanging breath. spirit attached to curled corner smiles<br />by frayed yet stayed spirit attached<br />soft is the world with black hair<br />and victorian toes frost glows nose.<br />those... twenty thousand leagues thin air<br />write twin mackerel wave good night.sebastijan jemechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15437988196281704794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648305174859914747.post-76150282654715579122010-02-17T23:37:00.000-08:002010-02-18T01:05:54.929-08:00#99 6th ave. 16.02.10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhExuX9DtOC8QWzdI0nfKEnEqAz8IYUDd9un_W4V-4Fkh8AGJdm7MhHpvBWlOnBOVNshMNzX0-G_vyzhT8NCGP1dk1IahE8O4zCyrrP4pZ9PD90WOOEpm68rQWDDw-pFKAObunhaDIsfs0/s1600-h/R0012909.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhExuX9DtOC8QWzdI0nfKEnEqAz8IYUDd9un_W4V-4Fkh8AGJdm7MhHpvBWlOnBOVNshMNzX0-G_vyzhT8NCGP1dk1IahE8O4zCyrrP4pZ9PD90WOOEpm68rQWDDw-pFKAObunhaDIsfs0/s400/R0012909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439485808611561218" /></a><br />i saw death today<br />a black eyed asian girl<br />or an eskimo wine soaked dick sucking lips<br />her friend was purgatory<br />plane jane.<br />death had thighs and hips that- razor bangs and eyes<br />i fell in love.<br />and patent leather beatles boots.<br />her tail dragged in the pisssebastijan jemechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15437988196281704794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648305174859914747.post-34718906611554348932010-02-17T22:29:00.000-08:002010-02-18T18:15:11.652-08:00#79 penn station 06.02.10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkY9JZfqv8Byy-hkDOI4RwrPOy0CaBWOZM2LP-4nW-r-qaOYlg9ydmtsUMRMXAKsyYtOtbx47GA1S1JTgWgqOqdYMJWwIxsxW0V3M7Uy51k6RwvYv85OZ1AqlY2ry7bkIYBcGvaxvEfWE/s1600-h/R0012929.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkY9JZfqv8Byy-hkDOI4RwrPOy0CaBWOZM2LP-4nW-r-qaOYlg9ydmtsUMRMXAKsyYtOtbx47GA1S1JTgWgqOqdYMJWwIxsxW0V3M7Uy51k6RwvYv85OZ1AqlY2ry7bkIYBcGvaxvEfWE/s400/R0012929.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439477975885585842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTUYbriTkhPW1NOFMi2ilr_oEsI6XVM8PEEJAoamUAPOfroRLpL-FkdePqsCJnf8AHKtYVUZG2VfViWnn0YTWeK83h6NYWaeavNhwOEdPwqJLWYC7kZP7frsdiN9iXXIEotI_4xU9l7xU/s1600-h/R0012928.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTUYbriTkhPW1NOFMi2ilr_oEsI6XVM8PEEJAoamUAPOfroRLpL-FkdePqsCJnf8AHKtYVUZG2VfViWnn0YTWeK83h6NYWaeavNhwOEdPwqJLWYC7kZP7frsdiN9iXXIEotI_4xU9l7xU/s400/R0012928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439477972867245410" /></a><br />susan b and ronnie sitting in a tree<br />seemed like a good idea (at the time) to me.<br />three stacked high one low<br />woman are women are women.<br />i left the station cried into the <span style="font-style:italic;">sun-<br />dog</span> gone and jet tails foreboding. <br />boding well hearths were wet were moaning groaning hell.<br />half a handle full hand later<br />one year no tear<br />the snow and days turned yellow.<br />and still a lonesome fellowsebastijan jemechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15437988196281704794noreply@blogger.com